It's a peculiar thing, really. Love is, I mean. You give someone your world, and they become it. Then they cast it off because they change their mind. And you're left in a state of being that might as well be pronounced dead. Then, after several months, you finally are okay. Or getting there. Getting very close. And you start to not think about them all the time. or notice them. Or care what they think or say about you. Well, okay, a part of you always cares/wonders, at least every now and then. But eventually...your world has expanded so much beyond them that they're only a small part, so much smaller than it once was.
And one day they're gone. And you don't notice until someone points it out. And you think about how they once were your world, how you once loved them so much, so hard, cried so hard because of them....and now they're just another wave and smile in the hall. Did you see it coming, a year ago, two or three years ago, when you first met them?
Of course not. And now, it's all different. Do you patch things up? Do you finally talk about what happened several months ago? Is there a right or wrong answer to either of those questions?
I guess I'll always be wondering about old times. I don't want to lose him as a friend, since he was once, not too long ago, so much more. I don't know what to do.
I guess its times like these that teens really languish over, when the only advice we get is from CDs and old pictures and conversations long since passed. Maybe they hold the answers, and maybe they just hold you back.
Song of the Blog: "Home" - Daughtry
"Will You Remember Me?" - Sarah McLachlan
"Vanilla Twilight" - Owl City
